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lOVK’S T 0 K E N - F L O W E R S. 
How lovely seemed the world around, 
Whene’er I thought of this ; 
The very air and light of heaven 
Seemed redolent of bliss, 
And oh! how fondly have 1 gazed 
Upon earth’s flower decked face, 
When I remembered it would soon 
Smile o’er my burial-place. 
All those sweet feelings that within 
A woman’s bosom dwell, 
And throw o’er y^e’s most desert scene 
Love’s soft bewitching spell, . 
Were in my heart.—How could I turn 
Fz'om all this light and bloom, 
To think upon the dark things hid 
Within the silent tomb 1 
Nay, weep not, father ; I have learned 
To bow my stubborn will, 
The Power that calms the swelling seas, 
The rebel heart can still; 
Now I can look with fearless eye, 
On mine approaching fate. 
